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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Suddenly

I'm no vampire: I love the sunny days. But the twilights, this summer, have been something: The sudden stillness of the air, the breeze disappearing as if someone switched off a fan; The deep quiet underneath the locusts' screaming; The puddle of amber and orange behind the neighbors' houses;A thin, pale wink of moon;The first brave star that's really Venus, shining in an deepening aquamarine sky. And often: only me, sometimes us, to watch it happen, then fade.